Don’t Get Around Much: A Short Story

  “Missed the Saturday dance Heard they crowded the floor Couldn’t bear it without you Don’t get around much anymore…” Jasmine let the vibrato in her voice die down, and then puckered her lips. With precise strokes she reapplied her red lipstick while holding her compact mirror to her face. She held back a grunt when the driver, André, hit a bump in the road. [...]
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Published on December 12, 2012 10:16
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